Feelings are like scent
If not maintained, won't stay the same

The naivety of past, the temptations of a youth
All of which was subdued by a bittersweet truth

'Upsetting' it wasn't so much as the heart seem to mature
But now it seems meaningless, perhaps a futile tenure?

"Happiness is a warm gun" once the Beatles said
But that armoured soul didn't shoot me with the rays

The delusion creates utopia, a place where you dreamt to be
Reality is agonizing; just like January 2017

Still the path is pretty pristine, the virtues intact
Heart may be full of burden but the mind never can